"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
i was born in the arms of imaginary friends,
free to roam; made a home out of everywhere i've been.
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Her shadow had grown long and thin in the setting sun, much like her own form while the golden girl lived in the Tundra. She had seen a months time pass. The hours ticked away like grains in a hourglass as she frolicked and danced under the watchful eyes of her loving mother and father. The girl child was sprouting beautifully. The spindly legs finally slowing so the torso may fill, the neck becoming slender and her features refining. The platinum shock of hair growing out and silky but the joy and innocence of days passed still echoed in the pale blue depths of her eyes.
The year and an half-ling moves through the stubby sprouts of grass. She watches, day dreaming, as she moves absentmindedly. Her brothers and sister had to be around somewhere. A soft call follows the wonderment that she had conjured...the tones having matured to the softest soprano. Lobes flicker and she pauses to listen for a response. Perhaps even another could meet her voice, perhaps a face she has yet to meet. The thin form slender mare-child moves again with the encouragement of the chilled breeze towards where she would expect to find other equines.
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(its short XD but this is a new phase for her! much excite! <3 )
Today she wasn't following Nevi around like a lost puppy. She knew that he loved her and would do anything she needed him to do, but he would never let her do anything for him. Except cuddle. Nevi loved to cuddle. So did she come to think of it. All those lonely nights in the Den had given her a fondness to cuddling. She would curl up with Nevi, tucking her head against his body somewhere or puzzle piece her body next to his and Argo's. And Mari and Lis's. She hadn't yet really played with Mari or Argo or Lis. She was either by herself (which she hated) so Nevi, or Isle, or Offspring could have some time without their new needy daughter/sister or she was off with one of them doing whatever it was they did.
Today she was alone. God she hated being alone. Horrible flashbacks of being in the Den without no one kept cramming themselves into her head. She was lucky, she knew this. Knew that the three babies that had been adopted into this family were luckier than a lot of others. She knew this, pounded it into her head until it gave her a headache sometimes, but she still couldn't help but feeling that they would soon kick her out if she wasn't a good girl. If she wasn't quite so needy.
She was still the same, but the usually loud and curious girl had disappeared for a while. She was still learning how to be a good daughter, even though Isle and Offspring had told her she was theres and would be safe here always. She would never have to go back to the Den, never have to find another home. This was her.
Oh the struggle.
A soft call broke her thoughts as she scuffed along the Tundra lands. Her ears pricked up and she finally saw the mare-child. She looked to be the same...Oh it was Mari! She picks up into a trot and pushes her reservations about not being good enough for the girl-child to want to play with her away. She was going to give the other's a break from her neediness. She was going to play today.
She is black against the tundra landscape. She's not exactly sneaky but she is quiet. She has been practicing you see, for when they were playing hide and seek. She sneaks towards the girl, moving slowly and quietly until all of a sudden she makes a loud noise. "RAWR!" And then she is charging forwards, reaching out with her nose to touch Mari's shoulder as she bounds away. "Tag! You're it!" And then she is gone, bounding away while looking over her shoulder to see if her sister is willing to play with her today.
That awkward moment when you're laughing so hard but no noise comes out so you sit there clapping like a retarded seal.
05-23-2016, 05:05 PM (This post was last modified: 05-23-2016, 06:57 PM by Maribel.)
i was born in the arms of imaginary friends,
free to roam; made a home out of everywhere i've been.
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The shock of her black coat against the black of the setting sun reflects a shadow much like the palomino youth's and judging by the rickety but stealthy juts does Mari determine to to be her little sister, sweet Lissy (as she liked to call her when she was younger). Mari pretends to not notice and faces away, suddenly entranced with a drunken floating butterfly.
The audible 'rawr!' catches her anticipated lobes but the mare-child jumps out of sheer thrill to entertain her little sister. "Lieschel!" Maribel pretends to scold, features furrowed and lips pursed before the storminess of her facade roll off like thunder clouds clearing after a storm. "Little sister, you have startled me!" The honey muzzle dips to nuzzle the ebony cheek, blowing warm air against her forelock and giving it a little tug. "Where is mama and daddy?" Though Maribel is a year and half, she still prefers to call her parents the name she had given them when they had first brought the buttermilk bundle home. Pale blue eyes look from beneath the shock of platinum tresses as she watches the little girl with a soft, warm smile.
The black girl laughs and laughs when her big sister starts and turns around to mock scold her. Leelee stopped in her bounding away to laugh until her sides hurt and she was out of breath. She hadn't gotten that far from her sister when she had stopped, so Mari was able to reach out and tug on her forelock. Her breath is warm against the black girl's face and she closes her eyes with the happiness it brings her. Of course startling her sister had been great as well.
(Sister. She had a sister. Two really. Mari and little Lissie who was such a doll.)
"I got you good Mari." She says with another laugh, opening those brown eyes to peer at her sister with amusement. She slides closer to the warmth and touches that Mari offers without a though, still soaking it up like it was the air she needed to breathe. Her ears flicker as Mari's words catch them and she rolls her shoulders in a little bit of a shrug. "I don't know. Off doing adulting things."
"Being boring." She says with a cheeky grin, her extroverted personality blossoming more every day she was away from the Den. She was almost the same size as Mari, but not quite, her back still was a few inches lower than the golden girl's. She was stuck in that awkward youth phase, where she was all long legs and small body, everything growing into itself with a straggly mane and tail to match.
"What are you doing out here Mari?" She tilts her head, ears flickering forwards as she asks, her lips parting as she nipped her sister lightly on her chest.
That awkward moment when you're laughing so hard but no noise comes out so you sit there clapping like a retarded seal.
i was born in the arms of imaginary friends,
free to roam; made a home out of everywhere i've been.
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Mari giggles when her sister's lip nibble her chest. The taller girl lips her sister's mane, wuffling it playfully. Her heart bursts for her affections for her sister. The smaller girl was her world, her bright lights. One of the greatest gifts to be bestowed upon Beqanna.
In fact, Beqanna didn't deserve the sweet innocence of the child. "Just looking at the clouds and horse watching. There's always new faces here." Her vice is softening, dreamy. "Sometimes I wonder what's beyond the ice wall." Her light blue eyes shift around them before looking back to the younger girl. "How about we play...TAG!" The long limbed mare-child pounces with a light nudge to her sister's shoulder before leaping off with a laugh over her shoulder.
